This kind of ending naturally won't please Song Minghai.

Therefore, Song Yan finally failed to eat the big cake that Kong Xiaoxiao and the others bought him, so Song Minghai forced him to leave No. 3 Middle School.

It was a shock that day.

It should be a good season for all things to sprout in spring.

But it started the longest barren summer in Song Yan's life.

Things are far less optimistic than what he and Xia Zhiye said.

In order to prevent him from contacting Xia Zhiye again, Song Minghai confiscated his mobile phone, strictly restricted all sources of income, and the computer at home was disconnected from the Internet.

In order to prevent him from contacting Xia Zhiye through Shen Jiayan or other former classmates and friends, on the second day in Beijing, he was sent to another full-boarding private school that absolutely prohibits any electronic communication tools. Anyone he knew, not even one he could talk to, just utterly unfamiliar everything.

Only two days off is allowed to go home every month. The driver picks him up at the school gate on time and does not give him a chance to meet anyone anywhere else.

Even if he just bought an extra cup of milk tea with Song Minghai's credit card, he would be strictly questioned.

The day before he was sent to the boarding school, he heard that Qin Qing and Song Minghai had a quarrel and smashed several fine white china wares.

Song Yan knew why they quarreled, and also knew that Qin Qing did not win the fight in the end.

He looked at Qin Qing, who was sitting alone in the living room, wiping tears, took out the medicine box, walked over, sat next to her, lowered his head and bandaged the wound on her hand cut by broken porcelain: "I'm sorry."

Qin Qing could have divorced Song Minghai earlier.

But once divorced, she would definitely not be able to compete with Song Minghai, her biological father, for the custody of Song Yan. At that time, Song Yan only had Song Minghai as a legal guardian, so what Song Minghai could do without any scruples, no one knew.

Therefore, Qin Qing did not dare to leave Song Minghai until Song Yan finished his college entrance examination.

Qin Qing didn't say anything, but Song Yan understood.

Qin Qing held back his tears and touched his head: "It's okay, it will be fine, we will all endure it a little longer."

Endure it a little longer, endure this long desolate summer and cold winter, and we will meet again in the spring when the flowers are blooming.

And thanks to this is a highly technologically advanced society, when you really miss someone so much, you always have a way to tell him what you miss.

Whenever he came back from the monthly vacation, Qin Qing would always give Song Yan his cell phone, so that he could start a video with Xia Zhiye for one day and one night.

Sometimes there seems to be endless things to say, listening to the other party telling about what strange and interesting things happened in the school, and then sourly checking to see if there are any girls who secretly gave small gifts.

Sometimes they don't need to say a word, just open the video and put it on the side of the pillow, pretending that they are still sleeping together, and no one talks about those sad topics.

And whenever someone can't fall asleep and suddenly opens his eyes, he can always accidentally grab the other person's eyes that haven't had time to close.

Then they looked at each other in silent silence for a long time, until one of them finally couldn't help it first, blushing and looking away, all the disguise of whitewashing Taiping finally broke down, revealing the longing that they couldn't hide even if they tried hard.

They miss each other, far more than those two days in a month.

So Xia Zhiye, a literary giant, retrieved the oldest contact method of human beings-he began to write to Song Yan, and then used SF Express to express it.

The day received Xia Zhiye's first letter was the spring equinox.

Xia Zhiye wrote: [My husband Song Yan, seeing the letter like a meeting, showing the letter Shuyan, the peach blossoms on the back slope of the third middle school are blooming, I miss you]

Inexplicable, ignorant, nutritious, trivial, and numb.

When Song Yan was sitting alone in the classroom and unpacking the courier, she couldn't help laughing and scolding an idiot.

The new classmate next to him said in surprise: "Damn, Song Yan, you still laugh?"

Song Yan looked up at him, paused with her fingers holding the letter, then lowered her head and read the letter again.

It turned out that he left Xia Zhiye and entered a completely unfamiliar new environment, and he began to change back to his previous appearance.

I don't like to talk, I'm cold and withdrawn, I have no one to talk to, I don't have anyone I can trust, I always sit alone in the far corner of the classroom, and I don't have much interest in anything other than studying.

Sometimes even used a flashlight to study in the bathroom until 3 or 4 in the morning, and then at 6:50, showed up in the classroom on time alone for self-study.

The new roommate thought it was unbelievable: "Song Yan, don't you even need to sleep?"

Song Yan replied, "Well, I don't like to sleep."

But it's not that don't like to sleep, it's just that can't sleep well anymore.

He didn't tell anyone, including Xia Zhiye, that he had severe insomnia again.

Sleeping aids from one pill at the beginning, adding to two pills, and even boldly adding three pills occasionally, are useless.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that he was standing on the edge of a dark cliff, with no way to go, no place to come, and endless loneliness and despair chasing and swallowing behind him, so that he would think, should he jump off the cliff or not? .

The first time this idea resurfaced, Song Yan suddenly sat up from the bed. He felt that this was a precursor to the recurrence of depression.

But he couldn't relapse, he promised Xia Zhiye to wait for him to come to him, so he sat up, took out the unliterate letter, read it word by word, many times, many times. , he finally decided that he didn't want to.

Because he has not seen the peach blossoms in the back slope of No. 3 Middle School.

He replied with a letter: [Show me next year]

Since then, Song Yan has received couriers from the school guard almost every day.

Sometimes the letter is very short, just a sentence I miss you.

Sometimes the letters are very long and tell a lot of interesting things.

One letter after another has filled a whole cardboard box. Xia Zhiye said that these are testimonies of love that cannot be surpassed by WeChat, text, phone, or video. When you get old and then take them out, it must be the most romantic and touching love experience.

Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye was really optimistic.

He bet that Xia Zhiye would despise him for being so naive and naive back then.

But the letters sent to him every day in lieu of electronic communication were indeed his greatest solace during those long and lonely days.

He knew that Xiaopang started to lose weight, Xiaomajong grew taller, Zhao Ruiwen started chasing Kong Xiaoxiao, Ruan Tian married her boyfriend, and Zhou Ziqiu successfully broke himself.

And they will all think of Song Yan one morning, and then sigh: "I don't know how Brother Yan is doing now."

Song Yan told them that he was doing well.

It was not until the summer vacation that Song Minghai sent him to a completely closed college entrance examination training camp and lost all contact with the outside world for more than a month before he finally fell ill in the last week of August.

This disease came without warning, and it was aggressive. I had a low-grade fever that could not go away again and again. I vomited and diarrhoea during the day, and I had nightmares and night sweats at night. As a thin boy, he has become a skeleton in a pinch.

The doctor said that this is all caused by psychological reasons. If it is not treated properly, I am afraid that it will delay the child.

Song Minghai finally let Qin Qing come to take care of him, but he was still not allowed to contact Xia Zhiye, and after telling the nurses and doctors in the ward that no non-relatives were allowed to visit him, he hurried to the scorched piles in the shopping mall. thing.

When Qin Qing and Song Lele appeared in the ward, one big and one small, saw Song Yan's appearance on the bed, and his eyes were instantly red.

Song Lele rushed over and hugged Song Yan: "Wuwuwuwu, brother don't get sick, brother will get better soon, is brother sick because he can't see brother Xia? I brought Song Xiaoxi to brother, brother is getting better OK……"

Qin Qing put the pot of small iron tree on the bedside table of the hospital bed with red eyes: "The child knows everything, but he doesn't understand anything, he said that Brother Xia told him that as long as you make a wish on the divine tree, Brother Xia will soon Show up, just... I'll go out first."

Probably because he didn't want the child to see his gaffe, Qin Qing choked up halfway through, turned around and walked out of the ward quickly, intending to calm down, so that he would not cry in front of the child.

And Song Lele was still at an age when he couldn't hide his emotions, so he lay on Song Yan's body, covered his body with tears and snot, and cried out of breath: "Brother, they said you were too unhappy to get sick, But why are you unhappy, because you can't see Brother Xia? Then you can make a wish to the divine tree, and Brother Xia will appear after you make a wish."

Song Yan rubbed Song Lele's head with the hand that had already pierced several pinholes, and said hoarsely, "Brother can't make a wish."

"why."

Song Lele didn't understand.

Song Yan smiled: "Because I can't let your brother Xia say nothing."

There is no divine tree in this world, it's just that big liar who deceived the child.

The big liar is now locked up at home, restricting his sources of income, and even Xia Yu has been ordered not to help him. Even if he knows he is ill, what can he do except worry in vain.

But Xia Zhiye promised himself that he would do what he said.

So I can't let him make an exception.

Just hold on a little longer.

"Brother is tired, I want to sleep for a while, can you play by yourself?" Song Yan was really exhausted and just wanted to close his eyes for a while.

Song Lele nodded obediently, then picked up Song Xiaoxi and sneaked out the door, hid in the corner of the corridor, squatted down, looked at the pot of small iron tree, remembered what Xia Zhiye once said to him, "If we Lele are sincere enough, maybe it will be effective. ", pursing her lips tightly.

Although he is not a smart kid with good grades, he is not stupid. He knows that a small pot of Tieshu will never make a big brother Xia, so he took out his little genius phone watch and dialed the last Xia Edano had the number in his watch.

"Hey, Shenshu? My brother is sick. I want to make a wish for him. I have a lot of sincerity, because my brother is very uncomfortable."

When Xia Zhiye received Song Lele's call, he was burying his head in writing the questions.

He has always been a smart and lazy person, because he can do things better than others without too much effort, so he always has to live by, sloppy and casual, and never thought about competing for test scores.

But when he decided to take good care of Song Yan for the rest of his life, and the day Song Yan had to leave Nanwu, he decided that he needed to work harder, because only by working hard enough and becoming a strong enough person can he Protect everything he cares about.

He never played games again, never slept in class, and spent almost all his time except eating and sleeping, writing letters to Song Yan and studying.

This is a good sign for the elders, if it wasn't for Xia Zhiye becoming more and more silent at home.

And Xia Lao seems to feel ashamed of this grandson, and once the summer vacation came, he never went home again.

Only Xia Yu was ordered by Elder Xia to supervise Xia Zhiye, not allowed to give Xia Zhiye any money, and not allowed to help Xia Zhiye see Song Yan, and at the same time feel sorry for his silly brother.

Sitting in the living room, looking at Xia Zhiye through the corner glass, looking at Xia Zhiye burying his head in his studies, listening to the thunder and lightning outside the window, the pouring rain, holding coffee, and sighing faintly.

However, before he could finish his sigh, he saw Xia Zhiye answering a phone call, and then he randomly packed a schoolbag, then slumped over one shoulder, and quickly walked in front of her: "Sister, I'll go out."

Xia Yu: "?"

"Song Yan is ill, very seriously ill, I have to see him."

"No, if grandpa finds out, don't talk about you, even your brother-in-law and I will be punished. It's not like you don't know."

"Sister, I beg you."

Since childhood, Xia Zhiye has been like the star of the sky and the moon. When did he say such a thing?

Xia Yu sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, looked up at the young man who had grown so tall and straight, opened his mouth, and finally sighed in a low voice: "What's the use of you going. Do you think you can see him when you go? His father is not as talkative as ours, and his stepmother only saw him today."

Xia Zhiye clenched the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulder: "You knew it before?"

"I was also told by Sister Tan. She said that non-relatives can't visit. It's raining heavily in Nanwu and Beijing. If you go there, it's just a waste of time, and you will be punished by grandpa when you come back. Why bother? Make a video call, Isn't it the same?"

"Different."

"Why is it different?"

"Because I promised him I would do what I said."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the umbrella at the entrance, turned around and walked into the torrential rain in summer.

He only had 400 yuan on him, not enough to buy a ticket from Nanwu to Beijing, but enough to buy a station ticket for the green train to Beijing.

He told Song Lele that because this was Song Lele's wish, the immortals would have to deal with it a day later. Before that, he had to keep a secret, accompany his brother, and let him have a good meal, so that when his brother woke up again, he would see the biggest surprise.

So on a certain early morning with thunder and lightning, Song Yan was awakened by Song Lele in endless sleepiness and exhaustion.

Song Lele was holding a bottle with twigs, his eyes couldn't hide the excitement: "Brother, brother, the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming, you smell it, it's so fragrant."

Song Yan looked at the small grains of rice and white dotted among the leaves, and suddenly realized that it was the end of summer again, and it was the season of osmanthus blooming again.

I just don't know if there are any teenagers who meet in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in this year's wine alley.

He poked the osmanthus with his fingertips: "Well, it's very fragrant."

Song Lele held the flowers and blinked: "There are a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers downstairs in the hospital, all over the floor, brother, do you want to go down and have a look?"

Song Yan rubbed his eyebrows: "Brother, I'm a little tired, so I won't go."

Song Lele was unrelenting: "Oh, brother, you can go, go as you please."

Song Lele is a person who will never act coquettishly and willfully.

He is doing this now, mostly to make himself happy.

There's no reason to break a child's heart.

Thinking of this, Song Yan reluctantly pinched Song Lele's head and put on a coat over the hospital gown: "Let's go, I want to see how fragrant it is."

"It's very fragrant, very fragrant, so fragrant that you cry."

Song Lele happily took Song Yan's arm and took him downstairs when the nurse on duty was not paying attention.

Song Yan actually didn't expect much.

He has already seen the best osmanthus flowers in Zaijiu Lane. The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers here are so good.

And as soon as he followed Song Lele downstairs, Song Lele let go, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't bother to care. Standing by the window, looking at the dim sky outside the window, he felt that it was really raining today. Big, so big that it was like returning to Nanwu.

In all, it's been exactly one year since he first met Xia Zhiye, but he just doesn't know when the next meeting will be.

Maybe another year.

I don't know if I will think about Xia Zhiye and think of missing out.

Thinking about it, he heard the familiar "Song Yan".

He thought that he had really been thinking about it, and it was all hallucinations.

Immediately after that, he heard "Song Daxi" again.

He froze for a moment, as if in disbelief.

However, the familiar lazily laughing voice from behind fell into his ears again: "I received the wish conveyed by Song Xiaoxi, I came to see you, you are not going to accept it?"

Song Yan's fingertips dangling beside him unconsciously curled up slightly, and the corners of his eyes were sour for some reason.

He felt that he must have been hallucinating, and it must not be true. If he didn't believe it, he would know when he looked back.

He dared not turn his head with any hope.

Then, I saw Xia Zhiye standing under the corridor outside the door, holding an umbrella, looking at him, looking at him, as if he was dusty and tired, but he still bent his beautiful peach eyes and said with a smile: "Why, we are tired of brother. I haven't seen each other for half a year, so I don't recognize such a handsome boyfriend? Isn't it a bit too ruthless."

Lazy ruffian and shameless.

Mouth full of trains without a formality.

Except for Xia Zhiye, Song Yan didn't know the second such person.

So he can only be Xia Zhiye.

But you're so fucking ruthless.

Song Yan walked over, gritted his teeth, and slammed Xia Zhiye with a punch, but he hammered himself until the corners of his eyes were red and his wrists hurt.

So he kicked Xia Zhiye hard again, but he kicked himself until his throat tightened and his heart ached.

How come they haven't seen each other for half a year, they are still so bad-tempered.

Xia Zhiye chuckled, took Song Yan into his arms, buried his face in his shoulder, pretended not to feel the dampness coming from the thin T-shirt fabric, and whispered, "Song Yan, I miss you so much."

They all say that this trip is meaningless, but I just want to see you when the flowers bloom.